May 07, 2009 06:11
Sleep? Sleep does not come easily to Sir Guy of Gisborne. Not anymore. His actions in the Holy Land put pay to that. Tiredness forces a man to close his eyes, to take rest, but the dreams he has decide whether the sleep is peaceful or agitated.
During the day he can pretend that Vaisey pushed him to the point of no return, that if the weasel hadn’t taken Marian to the Holy Land in a fit of pique, she would still be alive. He could pretend that Hood, his petty little gang and his rebellion were responsible - that if they had just let him be, let him do what he had to, she would still be with them all. He could pretend that it was Marian, with her honeyed words, and her ultimate rejection that forced a killer to do what he did best.
But at night, alone, asleep, the truth will out. Guy’s own jealousy and anger, rage burning constantly inside of him, spilled over, and gave a childish response to someone standing up to him and finally speaking the truth. It was that anger that made him lash out, hurting the one he cared about the most.
Killing the one he professed to love.
Guilt eats at him, at the only time it can - when he sleeps.